Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 88 Xiao Jiaojiao in the Palace (48)

Rong Yan walked to Ruan Ruan in full view of everyone.

Qi Guanyao didn't dare to stop him. Ruan Ruan was still in the opponent's hands, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Rong Yan's robes rustled in the cold wind, and the white corners of his clothes flew in the air.

Ruan Ruan looked at him blankly, getting closer and closer.

In just a few steps, Rong Yan came to her.

We just met yesterday, but today we meet again under such circumstances.

She no longer avoided Rong Yan's gaze, and the current situation didn't require it.

They were very close, and their breath was filled with the light fragrance of Rong Yan.

Qi Guanyu didn't stop him.

Rong Yan tried to comb the messy hair on her forehead, but Yunzhu stopped him.

"do not move!"

Qi Guanyu followed Qi Guanyao's line of sight and saw Rong Yan's hand frozen in mid-air.The point landed on Ruan Ruan's head.

He smiled and said, "Yunzhu, don't be rude. Since the Prime Minister wants to get close to Miss Ruan, I should also support him. At this point, can the Prime Minister still regret it?" Qi Guanyu's words contained a hidden knife, reminding Rong Yan. Even regrets are too late.

"Hold the dagger farther away, don't hurt Miss Ruan, she is very valuable now!"

Yunzhu obediently took the dagger further away, no longer touching her skin.

Rong Yan seemed to turn a deaf ear to Qi Guanyu's words. He lightly touched Ruan Ruan's forehead with his fingertips and brushed away the stray hair from her face and carefully tucked it behind her ears.

Every movement reveals cherishment, and the eyes are full of affection.

Ruan Ruan felt a little uncomfortable and leaned back slightly to avoid his fingertips——

Rong Yan suddenly took action, holding Yunzhu's knife hand with his left hand, inserting his right hand into the gap between the dagger and her neck and holding the blade.

Warm blood dripped on Ruan Ruan's chest.

Rong Yan drew his left hand inward, and released his right hand that was holding the blade. When he turned his wrist, he felt the touch of the dagger piercing the flesh, and there was a slight sound of penetration.

Everything happened in a flash, and blood began to spurt out.

Ruan Ruan turned his head to look but was stopped by Rong Yan. There was a sticky warm feeling on his right cheek and neck, followed by a strong smell of blood on his breath.

Rong Yan covered her eyes with his good hand, "Don't look." After a pause, he said in a difficult voice, "Don't be afraid."

What exactly do you want her not to be afraid of...

He didn't say.

Qi Guanyu looked at them calmly, as if he was not surprised at all.

No one came forward to catch them.

"Prime Minister, you have really hurt my heart!"

Two piercing sounds came one after another.

Two feathered arrows shot straight at them, their tips glowing with silver and their angles were tricky.

Rong Yan held her to avoid one, but happened to enter the path of the other.

Deep into the flesh and blood.

In fact, Rong Yan could have escaped unscathed if she had been left alone, but he couldn't bear to do it anyway.

Qi Guanyu was aware of this and dared to use such a strategy.

Arrow through the heart.

Rong Yan still held Ruan Ruan's back with his hands and leaned his head on her shoulder, with a smile on his face at this time.Ruan Ruan's hands that were about to push him away froze in mid-air, staring blankly ahead.

The mist in his eyes kept accumulating, until he couldn't hold it anymore before one dropped.

Time seems to have stood still.

Until the person in front of him could no longer hold on, his body slowly slid down, and finally he was half-kneeling on the cold ground.

As she slid down, her arms hooked around her and she stayed in mid-air, causing her to sway slightly.

The roaring in her ears and the whiteness in front of her eyes disappeared for a moment, and she woke up as if from a dream.

She tried to pull him up, but was brought down with him.

"Rong Yan!" She finally spoke, her voice trembling extremely.

The white clothes are stained with blood.

(End of this chapter)